Ed Tullett chords

[Am]In foreign [G]tongue, and in [Am]lat[G]er [F]life,[Am] [G]
[Am]you spoke to [G]me, and [Am]trees [G]fell w[F]hite.[Am] [G]

[Am]Waned too [G]much, I [Am]felt [G]stellar [F]warmth, [Am] [G]
[Am]cultured [G]dress and [Am]nerves that [G]struck in [F]storms. [Am] [G]

[F]Reciprocate, through [C]message in the water,
[G]still, you wanted daughter,
[F]warned by denser f[C]oes. [G]
[F]In any age, it was [C]captured in the heart’s kiln,
[G]taken by a lone whim,
[F]shot through heavy [C]tones. [G]

[Am]Made for[G]lorn [Am]by the [G]naked [F]form, [Am] [G]
[Am]solved by [G]any figure, [Am]weighed [G]and [F]torn. [Am] [G]

[F]I owed enough, so [C]watched you getting older,
[G]faster when you’re colder,
[F]warmed by levies owe[C]d. [G]
[F]In heavy lungs, it leaked [C]colour to the former,
[G]beauty wasn’t dormant,
[F]choked on steady ro[C]ws. [G]

[F]Swelling up, the [C]formant made it softer,
[G]passion, inner laughter,
[F]mixed in heavy breat[C]hs. [G]
[F]Logic, luck, the [C]east of me was open,
[G]the silence was a token
[F]of your weary tre[C]ads. [G]

[Am]Haste, by wh[G]ich I lost [F]colour in,
[Am]my eyes [G]grew and washed the [F]trouble in.
[Am]Traced in my [G]steps, my [F]chest was cold,
[Am]from all [G]over crept the [F]nest untold.

[F]Celebrate; the [C]hell you’d made was heatproof,
a [G]ceiling made of sweet tooth,
[F]haven in the dr[C]ead. [G]
[F]Deviate, a [C]collage of a lesser keen,
[G]meet me on the mezzanine
and [F]I will shake my hea[C]d. [G]

[F]Twenty one, the [C]count was getting shivers,
[G]plenty in my tear ducts,
[F]it would make me stro[C]ng. [G]
[F]Even young, my [C]arms would show in patches,
if [G]liquid touched your lashes
[F]you would claim it wro[C]ng. [G]